Well I have come to the conclusion that even a double dose of extra strength ExLax will not diminish the volume of substance government heaps on us constantly all year round, not just tax time, but all the time.
Take for example this income splitting to give lower income families a break. Well give me a break. We poor just seem to get bled almost to the point of death, but those responsible know just how far to go, so as not to cut off the flow of money. At least at the Red Cross they give you a cup of tea and a biscuit after bleeding you. The amount of BS originating from Parliament creates an odour much like one that hits you in the nostrils while driving past the sewer plant on Channel Parkway in mid-summer, it’s enough to gag a dung beetle. Come to think of it, one has to wonder what the tourists must think, because you would have to be an employee whose paycheck looks much like the ones the poor sods have to rely on who are on income assistance not to notice it.
While I am on the subject of manure, those folk up on the West Bench have a virtual gold mine, with the deposits everywhere to be seen. Without boring a reader to death, my dad would give me a sixpence a wheelbarrow full of that brown gardeners delight. I kid you not, our roses would win ribbons and our vegetables would be the envy of neighbours.
You may well ask why the British countryside is so green and lush. It’s common knowledge the answer lies in the horses and livestock’s digestive track.
Andy Homan
Penticton